Discussion in 'The Next Generation' started by CaptainStoner, Aug 20, 2009.
Suddenly, Worf let a bridge-clearing fart.
Beverly broke her thigh-hold on Cardassian Lecter,
and then passed out.
"What've you been
doing to further the interests of the
Gubmianclisan civilization? They have been
begging for the Federation's assistance in their
goal to attain complete and utter control
of the Pakled Corridor; which is littered
with ice cream containers and dorito bags.
"Well," mused Picard; "a good recycling program
might work, but brute force would be
the last resort." Cardassian Lecter grimaced, disappointed,
that he was to be extradited to
a robot planet with no fresh "meat"
Everyday he would hold his meat and
make plans to take over the world!
(yeesh RobertScorpio - where was I to go with THAT one?!?! )
This had the net effect
(so sorry Oldstreshrtevr...i was wondering where that would go)
of frustration commingled with starvation and bitter
(RS you make it fun/quirky/inscrutable!)
Scotch. Picard licked his lips and realized
the delicious irony of Lecter's predicatment. "Outstanding
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